"The bride has arrived—" A loud call arose, stirring excitement among everyone, as they all looked towards the entrance in unison.
The veiled bride, escorted by two maidservants, entered the hall with slow, measured steps.
Her movements were slow and graceful, carrying an air of charm.
The gorgeous wedding gown she wore accentuated her figure, emanating feminine allure.
Beneath her skirt, a pair of red embroidered shoes with gold threads peeked out, mostly exposed, while the long train was held by the two maidservants.
Arriving before Yun Shangyuan, she reached out her delicate, fair hand at the instruction of a maidservant's whisper—her slender fingers were pale, nails round and full with a faint tint of pink.
It was the hand of a beauty; everyone who saw it couldn't help but marvel, thinking that if the Princess Consort's hand was this lovely, she must undoubtedly be a stunning beauty.
